OK, so it seems that this little story has gotten lost somewhere... Hmmmm
oh well. For anyone who actually reads this, here's the next instalment
that has been due for several months _ oops!
These are for my own sake, so I don't bombarded with emails about how this is unsuitable *yawn*
Warning 1 - there's some good old fashioned sex in here
Warning 2 - Vegeta is a little OOC here, but you have to take into account that's he's going a little mad, or so it would seem, so please put up with it, for the story's sake :P
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"Mine!!" He jerked up in his bed, quickly being reminded of the pain that reality brought.. Wide eyes darted across the room to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality. They shot down to Vegeta's hands, to check whether he had fallen apart or not. Panting, he tried to ignore the dull ache all over his body and attempted to forget his dream. He wasn't falling apart.
chapter 6... it can't rain all the time
About a week and a half had passed since the accident in the gravity chamber, and Vegeta had fully recovered. Still, people around the Capsule Corps knew that something was amiss with him, as he more reclusive rather than just independent. He'd try to avoid people rather than confront them and show them who was the best saiyan prince around CC. No one dared to ask, not even Bulma, who seemed to be the closest to him presently. After all, no one else thought that a brutish prince such as Vegeta could ever accept anyone as a comrade, especially not off this mothball of a planet. People had just learnt to live with him...Don't make eye contact with him, cower when he came past, that sort of thing. Still, who was to know what was going on inside that head of his? He'd wiped out entire planets before he came to Earth, who knows what psychotic things he's thinking? He's probably planning out people's deaths as they cross his path.
Vegeta wasn't thinking things like that at all. Not recently anyway. He'd just go about, not noticing anything around him. OK, so he had been like that for a while, but it wasn't a conscious effort to ignore the humans, he didn't even know that they were there. He'd taken so many paracetamol and aspirin, they seemed to work for the earthlings, yet still he couldn't get the images and memories out of his mind. What was his head anyway, a Pandora's Box of torment?
Now, Vegeta had been sat out in the garden all day, at the back of Capsule Corps. It was for family mostly, not for the workers of the surrounding CC complex. Bulma had been staring at him all day. From the window in her room, she couldn't see him all that well, but she could make out the slender shapes of his well-toned muscles, and his onyx hair shining in the sunlight. He'd sat there a lot recently, just thinking, or something. Like there was something on his mind. Bulma didn't have the faintest idea, but decided that it was about time she found out. She was worried so much she'd started to bite her nails again. She'd made up her mind; she was going to confront him at last. Maybe he was missing his home planet or something... Bulma didn't have a clue what was the matter. And she doubted as to whether she'd find out any time soon, knowing what Vegeta was like... He kept everything inside.
Later, after Vegeta had trained for a considerable amount of the day, and retired to his room, Bulma crept past several times to see whether she could hear him. She didn't know what she was actually listening for, but she didn't know what else to do.
"Woman, what do you want? I am trying to sleep and cannot with the noise of your footsteps outside my door..." The muffled voice from behind the door startled her to the point that she yelped.
"Vegeta... Can I come in?"
Silence.
"Vegeta... Is it OK if I come in? I want to talk to you..."
Silence.
"Vegeta... Please, I-"
"Woman, if you're coming in then come in!"
Bulma gingerly pushed open the door (that still hadn't been repaired since Vegeta had ripped it off the hinge) and slid through the gap. Vegeta was leaning against the window ledge, staring through the glass up to the stars. He didn't even turn around, he just stared at the constellations. Bulma was poised to say something to Vegeta that she'd been rehearsing for several hours in her mind, when the door began to slant towards her. She looked up in time to see the great tin-plated door fall above her. She shrieked and closed her eyes as she waited for the door to make contact with her head. After about 20 seconds. It didn't. She dared to open an eye, to Vegeta balancing the door in one hand. He was looking at her.
"It's OK, the door isn't going to hit you... Now move out of the way whilst I put it back." He didn't look threatening, like he usually did. It was as if he was asking her to move, rather than telling her to. She shuffled nervously out of the way, and Vegeta leant the door back over the gaping hole it had left behind. Bulma walked across the room and sat on the end of the bed. Vegeta turned to look briefly, but then continued to try and get the door perfectly straight.
"Vegeta, I've been meaning to ask you..." He remained standing by the now upright door and folded his arms. "What is going on inside that head of yours? I know it's been stressful for you living here on Earth, and you might miss your home planet and all, but I don't like seeing you like this..."
"Like what may I ask? There is nothing wrong with me... I'm fine. Now if that is all you have come for then it is finished..." He moved aside of the door and reached with one hand to lift it out of the way. The light from the corridor shone like sunlight and made Bulma realise just how dark the room was.
"How can you live in the darkness? Let me turn on a light..."
She turned on the bedside light, and it flooded through the room, even though it was not completely dark before. Vegeta squinted a little - his saiyan eyes he found had always been sensitive to sudden light changes. Bulma climbed back to the edge of the bed, and looked Vegeta in the eyes. She knew that he was hiding something, it was bloody obvious. As Vegeta realised that the woman wasn't going to leave, he sighed heavily and lifted the heavy door with a light gesture to where it was before. They were alone in his room.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or not? Hmmn, I know, you have to tell me what's wrong or no food for a month...!" Bulma tried to lighten the mood, but Vegeta didn't so much as acknowledge she'd spoken. In fact, Vegeta was finding it hard to do anything right now, as he didn't know how to react to this. Sure, he was a great fighter, but when it came to women, he didn't have the slightest idea. He just stood with his trademark scowl, arms folded, eyes sideways. His mind, for once, wasn't on the things he'd seen and done, it was on the woman, Bulma. He wanted to tell her, just to tell someone. Maybe she could help. Maybe she could just do something! Why couldn't he just open his mouth and talk to her? It was his damned pride that stopped him from simple communication.
He didn't even notice Bulma standing next to him - she could have been there for ten minutes before he even realised she'd got up off the bed. He kind of jumped, not expecting it, and Bulma rested her hands on his right arm. Vegeta turned away again, not sure of what to do. No one had ever touched him in a friendly way before.
"Listen, Vegeta, I..." She turned her head away, still holding onto his arm. "I... care about you. When I first saw you on the TV, when you were fighting the others, I thought that you were a monster..." Vegeta looked at her now, in surprise; even though he had been called much worse than a monster by thousands of people in his time, this actually hurt him... She, the only woman that he has ever had feelings for, thought he was a monster?!"
" Bulma..." He stopped. 'Shit,' he thought, 'I just called her by name. Fuck.' Bulma stopped short, but then continued.
"You'd killed people, friends of mine, with that man you were with. Then you killed him. We were watching it all. You almost killed Goku... Then when I saw you on Namek... You were different somehow. I could just tell that you were- real."
Vegeta's lip twiched. It was because Kakarot had defeated me... That's how I changed, he thought. He clenched a fist, and slightly tugged away from Bulma, who had still been holding his arm. Bulma paused in shock.
"When you came back to Earth after Namek, you were different again. I could see glimpses of your real self, and what you were really like. I knew you were different, maybe because of whatever happened on Namek to you..." She laughed uneasily as she continued, "Kami, I don't know what I'm saying... It all sounds pretty stupud but it's just what in my head, you know-"
Vegeta looked at her now. She was looking straight at him, with pleading and respectful eyes. Not the sycophantic looks of obedience but true admiration. Vegeta lowered his hands to his sides. He didn't know what humans did in this situation, but he did what he felt he should do in his heart. He'd seen humans do it on TV, yet this wasn't like that, not at all... He kissed her. He put his hands onto her cheeks and kissed her deeply. She seemed astonished, but didn't pull away. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Neither of them had expected this, especially not Vegeta! Five minutes before this he didn't have a clue what to do... now is natural urges told him exactly what to do!
Bulma took her T shirt off, and Vegeta stood staring. Was this really happening? Bulma smiled as if to say hell yeah, and Vegeta looked back with a demi-smile of wonderment and acceptance. Bulma then slipped Vegeta's T shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. She then began to hesitantly unbutton his jeans, as if she was waiting for him to shout at her or something. She only thought this briefly, then realised that what she was doing was right. Vegeta slid the jeans off and tossed them next to his t shirt.
The two of them were quickly undressed and on Vegeta's double bed. They kissed and caressed, not needing to think but following their impulses. Bulma took most of the action, stroking Vegeta's finely toned abs with slender fingers. He lay on top, arms eitherside of her head, leaning down to kiss her. Vegeta felt that the time was right, and slipped inside of her. She groaned, and the pair thrust against one another fervently. The heat began to rise, and breathing was getting louder and deeper. Vegeta had never felt anything like this in his life before. It wasn't like the passion that he found in fighting; this was something beyond that. His mind was focused and clear; his muscles began to tense up, as did Bulma's. Their breathing was somehow in synch as it increased in pace, added to by scattered groans in a pattern. Vegeta couldn't decide whether this was pain or pleasure. He feared it but he wanted it. He'd done it before, though it was nothing like this. This was... basically beyond anything he'd experienced in his life! Beads of sweat rolled down Vegeta's face as he thrust, his vision becoming blurred as his mind cleared. His entire body throbbed, he could feel Bulma's body throbbing and hear her heartbeat as if it were a sound effect to heighten the pleasure. His senses were beyond electricity as they were intensified; he could see and hear and taste and feel every single little thing as the pair were intertwined and filling each other with such intense passion that Vegeta wanted to explode.
"Shit..." Bulma moaned, gasping for air as Vegeta remained poised like a statue on top of her. The ringing echoed from wall to wall. Vegeta thought it was in his head at first, but followed the sound instantly to the bedside table, where Bulma's cellphone rang loudly. Vegeta rolled over and Bulma sat up, reaching towards the phone. She waited several rings before she picked up, to get her breath back. She spoke several times, and then hung up.
"Is that timing or what?" She almost giggled and Vegeta sneered somewhat awkwardly. "They want me in the lab to clear up some stuff I left down there... Some inspector's coming in the morning or something..." She walked across to the closet door and reached for Vegeta's dressing gown. "I'm gonna have to take this... I don't usually walk around naked, you know." She wrapped the towelling around herself and Vegeta could see she was blushing. He raised an eyebrow and she smiled guiltily, saying 'I... I don't usually do this, you know.' With her slipping cautiously through the broken door, Vegeta stared after her longingly. Well, that was random, he thought as he listened to her soft footsteps on the carpeted stairs and beyond. One minute they were talking and the next... In his state of mind, anything was possible. He thought about this as he smiled proudly to himself. The smile faded ever so slightly, though it still remained as he realised he'd never felt this way about another person before. So he just lay there, naked under the sheets, and pondered what had just happened.
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These are for my own sake, so I don't bombarded with emails about how this is unsuitable *yawn*
Warning 1 - there's some good old fashioned sex in here
Warning 2 - Vegeta is a little OOC here, but you have to take into account that's he's going a little mad, or so it would seem, so please put up with it, for the story's sake :P
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"Mine!!" He jerked up in his bed, quickly being reminded of the pain that reality brought.. Wide eyes darted across the room to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality. They shot down to Vegeta's hands, to check whether he had fallen apart or not. Panting, he tried to ignore the dull ache all over his body and attempted to forget his dream. He wasn't falling apart.
chapter 6... it can't rain all the time
About a week and a half had passed since the accident in the gravity chamber, and Vegeta had fully recovered. Still, people around the Capsule Corps knew that something was amiss with him, as he more reclusive rather than just independent. He'd try to avoid people rather than confront them and show them who was the best saiyan prince around CC. No one dared to ask, not even Bulma, who seemed to be the closest to him presently. After all, no one else thought that a brutish prince such as Vegeta could ever accept anyone as a comrade, especially not off this mothball of a planet. People had just learnt to live with him...Don't make eye contact with him, cower when he came past, that sort of thing. Still, who was to know what was going on inside that head of his? He'd wiped out entire planets before he came to Earth, who knows what psychotic things he's thinking? He's probably planning out people's deaths as they cross his path.
Vegeta wasn't thinking things like that at all. Not recently anyway. He'd just go about, not noticing anything around him. OK, so he had been like that for a while, but it wasn't a conscious effort to ignore the humans, he didn't even know that they were there. He'd taken so many paracetamol and aspirin, they seemed to work for the earthlings, yet still he couldn't get the images and memories out of his mind. What was his head anyway, a Pandora's Box of torment?
Now, Vegeta had been sat out in the garden all day, at the back of Capsule Corps. It was for family mostly, not for the workers of the surrounding CC complex. Bulma had been staring at him all day. From the window in her room, she couldn't see him all that well, but she could make out the slender shapes of his well-toned muscles, and his onyx hair shining in the sunlight. He'd sat there a lot recently, just thinking, or something. Like there was something on his mind. Bulma didn't have the faintest idea, but decided that it was about time she found out. She was worried so much she'd started to bite her nails again. She'd made up her mind; she was going to confront him at last. Maybe he was missing his home planet or something... Bulma didn't have a clue what was the matter. And she doubted as to whether she'd find out any time soon, knowing what Vegeta was like... He kept everything inside.
Later, after Vegeta had trained for a considerable amount of the day, and retired to his room, Bulma crept past several times to see whether she could hear him. She didn't know what she was actually listening for, but she didn't know what else to do.
"Woman, what do you want? I am trying to sleep and cannot with the noise of your footsteps outside my door..." The muffled voice from behind the door startled her to the point that she yelped.
"Vegeta... Can I come in?"
Silence.
"Vegeta... Is it OK if I come in? I want to talk to you..."
Silence.
"Vegeta... Please, I-"
"Woman, if you're coming in then come in!"
Bulma gingerly pushed open the door (that still hadn't been repaired since Vegeta had ripped it off the hinge) and slid through the gap. Vegeta was leaning against the window ledge, staring through the glass up to the stars. He didn't even turn around, he just stared at the constellations. Bulma was poised to say something to Vegeta that she'd been rehearsing for several hours in her mind, when the door began to slant towards her. She looked up in time to see the great tin-plated door fall above her. She shrieked and closed her eyes as she waited for the door to make contact with her head. After about 20 seconds. It didn't. She dared to open an eye, to Vegeta balancing the door in one hand. He was looking at her.
"It's OK, the door isn't going to hit you... Now move out of the way whilst I put it back." He didn't look threatening, like he usually did. It was as if he was asking her to move, rather than telling her to. She shuffled nervously out of the way, and Vegeta leant the door back over the gaping hole it had left behind. Bulma walked across the room and sat on the end of the bed. Vegeta turned to look briefly, but then continued to try and get the door perfectly straight.
"Vegeta, I've been meaning to ask you..." He remained standing by the now upright door and folded his arms. "What is going on inside that head of yours? I know it's been stressful for you living here on Earth, and you might miss your home planet and all, but I don't like seeing you like this..."
"Like what may I ask? There is nothing wrong with me... I'm fine. Now if that is all you have come for then it is finished..." He moved aside of the door and reached with one hand to lift it out of the way. The light from the corridor shone like sunlight and made Bulma realise just how dark the room was.
"How can you live in the darkness? Let me turn on a light..."
She turned on the bedside light, and it flooded through the room, even though it was not completely dark before. Vegeta squinted a little - his saiyan eyes he found had always been sensitive to sudden light changes. Bulma climbed back to the edge of the bed, and looked Vegeta in the eyes. She knew that he was hiding something, it was bloody obvious. As Vegeta realised that the woman wasn't going to leave, he sighed heavily and lifted the heavy door with a light gesture to where it was before. They were alone in his room.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or not? Hmmn, I know, you have to tell me what's wrong or no food for a month...!" Bulma tried to lighten the mood, but Vegeta didn't so much as acknowledge she'd spoken. In fact, Vegeta was finding it hard to do anything right now, as he didn't know how to react to this. Sure, he was a great fighter, but when it came to women, he didn't have the slightest idea. He just stood with his trademark scowl, arms folded, eyes sideways. His mind, for once, wasn't on the things he'd seen and done, it was on the woman, Bulma. He wanted to tell her, just to tell someone. Maybe she could help. Maybe she could just do something! Why couldn't he just open his mouth and talk to her? It was his damned pride that stopped him from simple communication.
He didn't even notice Bulma standing next to him - she could have been there for ten minutes before he even realised she'd got up off the bed. He kind of jumped, not expecting it, and Bulma rested her hands on his right arm. Vegeta turned away again, not sure of what to do. No one had ever touched him in a friendly way before.
"Listen, Vegeta, I..." She turned her head away, still holding onto his arm. "I... care about you. When I first saw you on the TV, when you were fighting the others, I thought that you were a monster..." Vegeta looked at her now, in surprise; even though he had been called much worse than a monster by thousands of people in his time, this actually hurt him... She, the only woman that he has ever had feelings for, thought he was a monster?!"
" Bulma..." He stopped. 'Shit,' he thought, 'I just called her by name. Fuck.' Bulma stopped short, but then continued.
"You'd killed people, friends of mine, with that man you were with. Then you killed him. We were watching it all. You almost killed Goku... Then when I saw you on Namek... You were different somehow. I could just tell that you were- real."
Vegeta's lip twiched. It was because Kakarot had defeated me... That's how I changed, he thought. He clenched a fist, and slightly tugged away from Bulma, who had still been holding his arm. Bulma paused in shock.
"When you came back to Earth after Namek, you were different again. I could see glimpses of your real self, and what you were really like. I knew you were different, maybe because of whatever happened on Namek to you..." She laughed uneasily as she continued, "Kami, I don't know what I'm saying... It all sounds pretty stupud but it's just what in my head, you know-"
Vegeta looked at her now. She was looking straight at him, with pleading and respectful eyes. Not the sycophantic looks of obedience but true admiration. Vegeta lowered his hands to his sides. He didn't know what humans did in this situation, but he did what he felt he should do in his heart. He'd seen humans do it on TV, yet this wasn't like that, not at all... He kissed her. He put his hands onto her cheeks and kissed her deeply. She seemed astonished, but didn't pull away. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Neither of them had expected this, especially not Vegeta! Five minutes before this he didn't have a clue what to do... now is natural urges told him exactly what to do!
Bulma took her T shirt off, and Vegeta stood staring. Was this really happening? Bulma smiled as if to say hell yeah, and Vegeta looked back with a demi-smile of wonderment and acceptance. Bulma then slipped Vegeta's T shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. She then began to hesitantly unbutton his jeans, as if she was waiting for him to shout at her or something. She only thought this briefly, then realised that what she was doing was right. Vegeta slid the jeans off and tossed them next to his t shirt.
The two of them were quickly undressed and on Vegeta's double bed. They kissed and caressed, not needing to think but following their impulses. Bulma took most of the action, stroking Vegeta's finely toned abs with slender fingers. He lay on top, arms eitherside of her head, leaning down to kiss her. Vegeta felt that the time was right, and slipped inside of her. She groaned, and the pair thrust against one another fervently. The heat began to rise, and breathing was getting louder and deeper. Vegeta had never felt anything like this in his life before. It wasn't like the passion that he found in fighting; this was something beyond that. His mind was focused and clear; his muscles began to tense up, as did Bulma's. Their breathing was somehow in synch as it increased in pace, added to by scattered groans in a pattern. Vegeta couldn't decide whether this was pain or pleasure. He feared it but he wanted it. He'd done it before, though it was nothing like this. This was... basically beyond anything he'd experienced in his life! Beads of sweat rolled down Vegeta's face as he thrust, his vision becoming blurred as his mind cleared. His entire body throbbed, he could feel Bulma's body throbbing and hear her heartbeat as if it were a sound effect to heighten the pleasure. His senses were beyond electricity as they were intensified; he could see and hear and taste and feel every single little thing as the pair were intertwined and filling each other with such intense passion that Vegeta wanted to explode.
"Shit..." Bulma moaned, gasping for air as Vegeta remained poised like a statue on top of her. The ringing echoed from wall to wall. Vegeta thought it was in his head at first, but followed the sound instantly to the bedside table, where Bulma's cellphone rang loudly. Vegeta rolled over and Bulma sat up, reaching towards the phone. She waited several rings before she picked up, to get her breath back. She spoke several times, and then hung up.
"Is that timing or what?" She almost giggled and Vegeta sneered somewhat awkwardly. "They want me in the lab to clear up some stuff I left down there... Some inspector's coming in the morning or something..." She walked across to the closet door and reached for Vegeta's dressing gown. "I'm gonna have to take this... I don't usually walk around naked, you know." She wrapped the towelling around herself and Vegeta could see she was blushing. He raised an eyebrow and she smiled guiltily, saying 'I... I don't usually do this, you know.' With her slipping cautiously through the broken door, Vegeta stared after her longingly. Well, that was random, he thought as he listened to her soft footsteps on the carpeted stairs and beyond. One minute they were talking and the next... In his state of mind, anything was possible. He thought about this as he smiled proudly to himself. The smile faded ever so slightly, though it still remained as he realised he'd never felt this way about another person before. So he just lay there, naked under the sheets, and pondered what had just happened.
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